My husband is returning from a valiant fight by way of winged griffin. And while he does that, he’s also getting some coffee.

I am plotting an attempt at using coffee to dye some dolls that I will show y’all in an upcoming post. I haven’t dyed anything since high school, when we did natural dyes as a project in fiber arts class. I should probably google it before I begin, so I don’t screw anything up too royally.

Oh, now the 2 year old is spinning in circles in the middle of the floor, yelling what sound like war cries. Her plumber’s crack is prominent above her too-big panties. Oh, now she’s counting the buttons on the computer. I tell you, it’s a mile a minute over here!

When I emerge from this empty fog that is my brain, I will say something more intelligent to you. In the meantime, enjoy your Saturday!